And so it begins. 2018 came in unexpected. In that, I mean I wasn’t prepared. I hadn’t yet mapped out my 2018 writing goals. Who am I kidding? I didn’t even meet my 2017 writing goals. I have no real excuse why. I could say life got in the way, but I’ve used that excuse before and that’s all it is: an excuse. I blame it on laziness. Both mentally and physically. Lately I’m also blaming it on the cold (It’s -2 degress F right now in my neck of the woods!) So yeah, 2017 was a year of laziness and no excuses.
So I’m starting out trying to do better. However, instead of jumping on the rat wheel, this year I’m going to say that I’m going to approach writing for me. I think I experienced a degree of burnout, have been feeling burnt out for quite some time, at least two years anyway. So this year, I’m going to get back the true feeling of why I write in the first place. I love to escape in these imaginary worlds I live in. And I also love to immerse readers into that world with me. That’s all that matters. So what if I don’t place in a contest or on a huge bestsellers list? I made my readers happy. I gave them an escape for a little while. That’s all that matters. And that’s what I’m focusing on this year.